Men

They stare at you
Hoping you come over and introduce yourself
You sit there wondering
Why are they staring
They smile
Thinking they want you
You've reached their peak of attention
And now they want you all to themselves
They want you to be their lady
They want to hold you in their arms
But they do not know you are slightly different
They say "Hey you're cute"
But deep down you say no way
You think they're gorgeous
But not once have they offered to be yours